garrattj

Five-Minute fiction - 22:55-23:00

Danube, Christopher Danube, my name should be on the clear to travel list.

Im sorry, sir, but your ident-code is showing up as restricted, the security guard said from behind his plasteel glass wall.

Chris Danube, flight engineer, and head technician of the Arcamades Project sighed and flipped through the set of documents he held in his hands.

Look, can you just run it again?

The security officer, without any hesitation scanned the ident-code again and Chris saw the flash of red light up his face as the scanner rejected it. Do you have some other formal of ID?

The stack of papers, and plastic sheets was shoved roughly through the slot. There. Its all in there.

Thank you, sir. Itll be just a moment.

Faces stared at him, heavy-lidded eyes scanned his ragged clothing and dishevelled hair. He heard faint mutterings as other people, all with clearly valid ident-codes passed through security without trouble.

Where are you traveling from, sir?

Tongo, Chris said without missing a beat. Im the supervising field-technician for X-Corp. Its all there in my documents.

Thank you, sir.

The man lowered his face and Chris new it wasnt going to end well. He